As You Like It

For Samuel Beckett

All the world’s a stage. My play has no actors, just a stage full of rubbish. It begins with a brief, faint cry, then the amplified sound of a human breath accompanied by an increase and decrease in the intensity of the light, followed by another faint cry as the lights fade and the curtain falls.

a falling star
flares up for a moment...
John Doe

August 2009 issue of Word Catalyst